Roger's POV
I looked up from my paper work, and just stared at her. I could see the anger, confusion and fear on her face. I never really told her much about her mom and my past but maybe it's about time I told her. I put my face in my hands and sighed.
"Who is he?" Elizabeth asked in a calmer tone.
I looked up and said "It's a long story, Can we talk about it when I get home?"
She glared at me, I could tell from the look on her face she wanted me to tell her now. But I can't. I just can't. "Fine." she said, turning around to walk out before she walked out Elizabeth turned her head and asked "Dad, I am your daughter right?"
"Elizabeth, of course you are." I said, ignoring that paranoid feeling in my stomach.
She gave me a weak smile and walked out.
I got home around 4 hours later, around 8:00. I put my stuff down on the kitchen table. I found Elizabeth at the couch doing her homework. She looked over at me, I held up my finger to tell her to give me a minute. I walked over to the cupboard pulled out a glass and a bottle of whiskey that I only drink whenever I'm upset or really stressed. I poured the alcohol into the glass and sat down on the couch next to my daughter, I took a gulp out of the glass and sat it down on the table and began to tell her everything.
Elizabeth's POV
"You already know that your mom killed herself because she had AIDs, and you already know that I am HIV positive. The reason why those things happened is because your mom and I used to be heavy drug users, and our dealer was Blake." My dad took another gulp of his drink and continued on, "The reason why I was so upset yesterday is because he called me yesterday at the Life and kept saying that your mom cheated on me while I was out of town at a gig and he kept saying that you were his daughter and what scared me the most was he told me what color shirt you were wearing."
It started make sense for his weird behavior at the life, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked. '
My dad took another drink from his glass, "I don't know." he replied, his voice cracking on the last word. "It never came up I guess, I was hoping you would never have to know." He put his arm around me and said "I'm so sorry, I didn't tell you sooner. Can you forgive me?"
I looked up at him, his eyes and face filled with sadness and regret, I understood why he didn't tell me but I got this nagging feeling inside of me that my dad wasn't telling me EVERYTHING about his past but I gave a small smile and said "Of course."
My dad breathed a sigh of relief and kissed me on the forehead, he finished his drink and got up from the couch and said "You should probably finish your homework."
I gave a small laugh and said "I will. I'm almost done."